Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we need all the we can get
Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who to kill him?
No information, say yes or no
One point million
Alright, you get what you want -- money's no
They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable
And there are head bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here the cop man
Yo come here, come here Sun
here for a minute!
Aiyyo aiyyo up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of nig!
Get your big off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just chill man, the Cristal man.
Niggaz is man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't none of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get that soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five
(Noodles) We off with two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original blood bad bwoys)

Method Man

Who come to get you? None. want guns!
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun he shine like one

One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the body sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, whole pussy probably
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin here, we pioneer
a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your crown and the ground
There's a new sheriff in holdin it down
It's the two holster, shit smoker
Wanted dead or alive, on the poster
in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, up
Let a catch his breath, we still payin dues
And the last one is death, back to the
With that you stressin, this rap profession
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, Criminology
The last times and days, fuckin Blaze

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou

This goes for niggaz who
Wu will like llello, ley no
Plus in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch
Stay cool papi, seize it enough shit
at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the long
for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger chain yeah
Jakes black rap millionaires
Rock hairs goose bears blowin this year
One eight gambino niggaz yeah

Wu roll as one
I my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid crown is shinin
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver
Double breasted, bullet vested, well protected
The the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin and six bones
And watch yo' ass get to a sea of fire and brimstone
How you approach it with dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier
The grand exquisite wizard oh is it
The come to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
goes up your adrenalin son time for boutin
It's a mileage niggaz who like followin
Trapped inside your projects a genie inside the bottle

Verse Four: Killer

God steppin forth upon down of the track
It's the sound that and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite on the mic
So the pain of the track won't the fact
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an
That hurts the who tries to visual-ize under
I strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's
My fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the tactics
is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three hundred and sixty of humidity
Represent the school of knocks and glocks my
Clan is and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
From the side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, to rest

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve my way, move give me room
Holdin up saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta
Sold only new vocal cords I Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, velocity
My teammate, cells well like a pharmacy
Fuck horado pablos plan bravo
Goodfellas we know, best become novels
The man head bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam vocalist does well at
Bad days, me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids came off with 8 million
Robbed the and I labelled in royal pavillions
Them flower heads must been stupid
me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, undaground
Submarines and rings too bad you up dummies

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